CRAIG’S WIFE
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Mrs. Craig (leaning across the center table, and sprang threateningly)
- Well, if you do, you’ll explain my leaving you, too.
Craig
- That wouldn’t worry me in the least, Harriet.
Mrs. Craig
- Well, it might worry them.
- [He turns sharply and looks at her, dismayed.
Craig (coming back to the table)
- Listen to me, Harriet. Why weren’t you at least honest with me in this thing, and not try to make it appear that I was responsible for the visit of those detectives?
Mrs. Craig
- Because I knew exactly what you’d do if I told you. And that would mean an explanation of why I had called up; and the next thing would be an admission of the fact that you are the man the Police are looking for.
Craig
- But it’s you those detectives are looking for.
Mrs. Craig
- Oh, you needn’t try to turn it on to me! They wouldn’t be looking for either of us if you’d stayed at home last night, instead of being out card-playing with a lot of irregular people.
- [She turns down to the mirror.
Craig
- What was there irregular about Fergus Passmore?
Mrs. Craig (turning to him, in a wrath)
- There must have been some irregularity, or this thing wouldn’t have happened. Everybody that knew Fergus Passmore knew that he was insanely jealous of his wife;
